My head was pulled to the ground. I clawed at the hand that was pulling my hair but as I did so, two more hands came out of the ground and held my wri...ts.With my hands held firmly above my head and my ankles secured firmly below, I began to cry. I was about to scream when another hand covered my mouth. Four hands came out of the ground, one on either side of my rib cage and one on either side of my hips.The two at my rib cage tore open my white blouse. As the buttons flew everywhere, they tore. One pair panties, also ripped, onepair men's briefs, one sports bra. Two wedding rings. Two Rolexwatches, submariner type. One handkerchief, very wet. One canteenwater, two liters, full. Various cuts and bruises, nothing broken.Fear, panic, despair all ready to come on stage. Temperature droppingbelow fifty Fahrenheit.Emily as usual was the opposite of passive. She got up to her full sixfeet one inch height, pulled her hair back and refastened it, andproceeded to carry Fred off the shore to the. I was a confection of girly satin and lace. But of course no'real' sixteen year old girl would have been seen dead dressed as I was;except perhaps at some bizarre fancy dress party. Neither would theirfaces been as blatantly painted and powdered as mine had been. My dresswas so short that my stocking tops and suspenders were plainly visibleand even the smallest movement on my part gave anyone watching anunobstructed view of my panties as my dress bounced and flounced on a seaof net petticoats.. You left my side and flicked on some lights. I turned and headed towards the kitchen as you started a fire in the fireplace. Dinner had already been made and as I leaned over to light the candles you entered the room and stretched your arms out to me. I entered your embrace feeling your warmth, hearing the soft music playing in the other room. You kissed the top of my head and ran your hands up and down my back as my head rested on your chest. This was our time. Time away from jobs and family..